Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Thoughts from A Lighthouse
I wonder how many storms Whitby's East Lighthouse has endured since 1855? Each pit and scar on the faces of the sandstone bear testimony to fierce Northerlies, ships admonished and sailors glad to be home to wives and foaming ale. As a child I often dreamed of being a Lighthouse keeper, but I guess solitude makes a good wish but a poor reality. Ships passing on the horizon often fascinate too. Where are they going? What adventures lie ahead? I guess the reality is humming diesel engines and international red tape - but the mystery still endures. The wind was pretty fierce when I took this photo today, but I have sat on the steps of this benevolent monolith when perhaps I shouldn't have - at midnight, with waves crashing right over the pier in a force 8. Sometimes it takes powerlessness to make one feel alive..